SCENE IV. A Room in Capulet’s House.Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet and Paris. CAPULET.Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckilyThat we have had no time to move our daughter.Look you, she lov’d her kinsman Tybalt dearly,And so did I. Well, we were born to die.’Tis very late; she’ll not come down tonight.I promise you, but for your company,I would have been abed an hour ago. PARIS.These times of woe afford no tune to woo.Madam, good night. Commend me to your daughter. LADY CAPULET.I will, and know her mind early tomorrow;Tonight she’s mew’d up to her heaviness. CAPULET.Sir Paris, I will make